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Riley Renee Sep 2014
A heart full of wine
and liquor-spotted lips
I can’t remember the last time we kissed or how long it lasted for.

Yesterday’s makeup across a sham of a smile
I always catch a glimpse of you on Sundays; it’s where you used
to hold my hand and trace secrets across my forearm.

Daisies stripe the path we ambled again and again until the grass was embedded
with stumbling prints of your neon Nikes and the soft tap of my feet.

I still feel you in my veins
The toxin levels rise; I watch it on the monitor.
A plastic bracelet wraps my wrist too tight, the way your left hand did.

I expected you to burst like a volcano
and flood me with heat, scalding my ribs
and charing all flesh.
I waited for you to make me new,
and you didn’t.
My hair was the darkest black,
and I faded into shadows
following you.
cynosure Aug 2014
We are faults; we are despairing flaws that blemish the surface of our revolving sphere with the intent of making reparations.
We collapse entire cores of foundations and tear down freshly plastered walls with family portraits and decorative ceramic angels hanging from stainless steel nails.
We destroy entire civilizations, coating citizens in molten lava from a volcano that never overlooked them in the first place, leaving future lovers stepping over their remains unknowingly and blissfully clueless.
We are natural disasters; we tear through corn fields, bring down windmills, and rip shingles off of roofs while toddlers sleep soundly under quilted blankets.
But moonlight shoots through your veins and sun burns from the crevice of your chest and I can't help but cup it in my hands and put it in my coat pocket for safe keeping
Dallas Hogue Jul 2014
Her smile was more radiant than any sun. Her eyes deeper then any body of water. And her heart, warmer then any volcano. All these elements mixed seamlessly into one soul?
No wonder they call love a hurricane
Alyanne Cooper Jul 2014
There are days of restless worrying,
And sleepless nights of fear.

Then are days of numb oblivion
With nights of terror-filled dreams.

Like relentless waves pounding
The weakened beachhead of the shore.
Like bloodied knuckles punching
The shredded remnants of a sandbag.

This, my cycle of the
Inevitable,
Unavoidable,
Inescapable,
Unpreventable

Stirring­ up of the
Indescribable,
Indefinable,
Inexpressible

Anger that resides deep within
My broken soul.

Yet no one knows.

I am a calm, placid lake.

A deep and dark lake
Sitting in the mouth of an active volcano.
Nick Strong Jun 2014
Breathing fire, from below,
Spitting a molten soul skywards,
Flinging pumice, ash, and fear,
The angry Vulcan casts,  
His ever darkening shadow cross,
As the timely reminder , of
The fragility of this existence.

© Nick Strong 2014
AavelinaJaden May 2014
i want you to want me like a tornado loves the eye of a tiger like a hurricane loved the warm oceanic breeze and sounds of fleeing personas
feel the way a volcano feels during a meltdown, hot and desperated. tell me your love burns for me like an atom bomb ready to ignite
make your passion explode for me. I need to grasp the concept that you love me like im in love with the way you make earthquakes in my heart
IM AN UNSTABLE DUST STORM AND MAYBE TWO WRONGS DONT MAKE A RIGHT BUT I NEED EVERY GRAIN OF SAND YOU HAVE TO OFFER ME
BABY IM A FOREST FIRE AND I CANNOT SURVIVE WITHOUT YOUR POEMS ADDING TO THE FUEL. YOU BREATHE LIFE INTO ME I CANT CONQUER THIS CITY ALONE
your raging warmth isn't adequate enough to quench the tornado of thoughts we made, billowing around tearing up the place we once called home
I need you to flood my emotions making every thought and every particle of love in the air flow towards you so the current can overflow anything that's irrelevant
*******, you are the lightning that brightens up my world and i am the reckless thunder one step behind you, what a pair; atmospheric lovers
Searle May 2014
Terrorism, ****,
Car bomb, *******...
She feels vulnerable,
No love to keep her warm

9/11, kidnap,
Human trafficking...
She’s been forgotten,
Left alone in the dark

Serial killers, H1N1,
Child molesters, ***...
She shudders with the cold,
And Port Au Prince is flattened

Hijack, ******,
Drive-by shootings...
She feels groggy,
Influenza sets in

Weapons of mass destruction,
Cuban nuclear tests...
There starts a tingle in her nose,
Her eyes pinch shut

Genocide, organs on the black market,
Xenophobia, suicide bombers...
With a bellow from her bowels,
From flaming ice the cumulus anvil that infects the world
In memory of the Iceland volcano
Marlon James Apr 2014
The sadness of losing
It's what's left

It was so true
to love you
It happened
but
I would love you ...
I would love ...
Come here.
Let me show you
I want to see

Maybe the hours ...
Or the mountains ...
perhaps
words,
I do not know
Maybe _ love ...


I stopped saying.
Stopped.
I resigned to love ...
the gods...

The flowers,
Kielos,
bit me
when i pulled them

To love you
Was like pulling a flower
I made you swan
The gods made me volcano
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                                                25-04-2014
AmberLynne Apr 2014
I am a tempest,
     the most violent of
     winds whipping around
     without concern for any
     who surround me. 

I am a volcano,
     the lava of my emotions 
     exploding up and over
     to seep throughout
     every nook and crevice. 

I am a typhoon,
     my gale force winds
     showing mercy to
     neither sea nor land as
     I rip-roar over it all. 


And you…
     you are the halcyon tranquility
     I've been searching for
     all along, the serenity needed 
     to calm my frenzied turbulence
     with but a stroke of your lips,
     leaving me breathless and
     my winds settled at long last.
4.18.14
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